Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.